The woman who works in the cubicle next to operates our 1031 exchange department. We purchaed a phone number with the 1031 suffix several years ago for her from a garbage company. She still gets calls for the garbage company to this day.
Of course, roughly half of them are from us, but still…
Here’s something else that made me go “huh”, found on a “Churches of Christ” homepage (numbers intentionally x’d out):
Huh. You’d think they’d request a different number or something.
After having had “one of those days”, my cell phone rings about 8 pm. I look at the number but don’t recognize it. I puzzle over the number while Mr. Silver1 bellows in the background, “Just answer the phone, I don’t know WHY you have a cell phone if you aren’t going to answer it…”
I answer. “Hello?”
"Hey, your dumbass sister didn’t show up.’
Hmm, obviously a wrong number. I don’t think I was expected anywhere and I don’t have a sister.
A little surprised, but I said politely, “I think you’ve got the wrong number, sorry.” I was sure it was an honest mistake.
Highly irritated: “The *fuck * I do, she was s’posed to be there three hours ago, what the FUCK-”
“Shut your fucking face, you sonofabitch moron. You have the wrong fucking number and if you call me again I’ll call the cops and give them your number so they can harass YOU on the fucking phone. Fuck off and don’t EVER call this number again ASSHOLE!”
“Well you don’t have to be such a* bitch*-”
“YES I fucking do! I told you that you had the wrong number and you chose to curse at me. So fuck you and go to hell!” I snapped the phone shut.
Did I mention I’d had “one of those days” that day? 
Snapping the flip-phone shut just doesn’t have the same satisfaction as slamming down a regular phone, does it?
Ooh, that last one reminded me…
As part of my job I call all our past-due renters to remind them of their account’s status and a few other things. If I don’t reach them at home or at work, I call both the reference numbers that they gave us when they opened their account.
Them (sounding pissed already): Hello??
Me: Hi, I’m calling for Mr. Broke McNocash–
Them: There ain’t no one here by that name.
Me: Oh, I’m sorry…he listed this number as a reference…so you don’t know him?
Them: Hell no, I don’t know him!!!
Me: Oh, well, sorry to have bothered–
Them: Bitch, what the fuck do you want?
Me: Didn’t you just say I had a wrong number?
Them: Yeah–
Me: Then why the fuck do you care what I want?
click
Today, at a busy subway station. I’m in black robes. I have a green rune on my chest. I’ve got a plush Cthulhu. I’ve got a five foot pole with a large felt octopus mask on it. A man walks up to me, points at the mask and asks
“Is that Bush?”
How in the name of Lovecraft do you look at an over the head, hunter green earless, noseless, octopus mask and get George W?
Re Auto-Dialers
Autodialers call more than one number at once. The first victim to pick up gets the telemarketer. If any of the others pick up after that, they get a few seconds of silence before the computer hangs up on them.
Have you ever seen They Live? (Was he wearing sunglasses? 
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My husband repeatedly gets calls on his cell phone that go like this:
Husband: hello?
Caller: who dis!?!?
H: You have the wrong number.
C: slams phone
I got one on my cell a couple of weeks ago:
Me: Hello?
Caller: Hi, is Dan there?
Me: Sorry, you’ve got the wrong number.
Caller: Oh, did I get the wrong phone? Just pass it over to Dan.
Me: No, you’ve dialed the wrong number. I don’t know the person you’re looking for.
Caller: What does that mean?
Me: Just what I said, you’ve got the wrong number. There’s no Dan here.
Caller: Oh, sorry.
Hey! I had a number at that exchange once! It was 312-666-3334. (Years ago, not mine anymore. I’m sorry, adoring fans of WhyNot, but you will not reach me there any longer. )
Just try giving some really cute guy at a bar that phone number. Go on, try. They all thought I was trying to blow them off! (And not in a good way!) :smack:
In my apartment building, like any other, there is one complete jackass who should never have been allowed to live here in the first place. He’s been a complete jerk with pretty much everyone in the building, especially members of the co-op committee (one of whom is my dad). It’s gotten so bad that no one even acknowledges his presence anymore.
So imagine my surprise when he calls up on the intercom line:
Me: Hello
Caller: Hello. This is The Jackass. Can I speak to your father?
Me: No you can’t. He’s out of town.
The Jackass: Ok. I didn’t have any work with him anyway.
Huh?
Some of you may know that I have recently had surgery. I have an in-home nurse service come in to pack the wound. I just came back from the Doctors and he gave me new instructions.
The guy who is in charge of my case with the in-home nurses came to my house and asked me several detailed questions about my new instructions. After we spent 45 minutes on this, he wrote them up, gave them to me and said: Now, do you understand all of these instructions?
Huh? I just explained them to you.